Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Torture or Salvation ❯ To Capture a Dove ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter 6: To Capture a Dove

Footsteps could be heard echoing down the empty metal hallways, as a lone figure walked down the shadow shrouded corridor. His feet made a muffled noise as he trod carefully, almost afraid that he would be heard. Startling grey eyes, the colour of ash, pierced through the darkness like a wolf on the hunt. He was tall and bulky and his well-toned muscles were well displayed in the tight top of his uniform. His fire red hair glistened menacingly in what small light that cast the shadows away. His strong jaw line framed his handsome face and told you he was not a man to be messed with and his face held that self-confident smug look. Around his neck hung a crucifix made of silver that seemed to have a light of its own. He raised a hand a stroked it carefully trying to calm his nerves that on the inside were reeking havoc.

He stopped out side his office. A sheet of metal held him from the berating of his life. The smug look lost its place on his face only to be replaced by one of anxiety. He slowly opened the door to his office and put up a mask of indifference. Hoping that he came out with the same look that graced his face a few minutes ago.

The room was dimly lit and the shadows hid the face of his employee, much to his disappointment. He sat down in the plush leather seat on the other side of his desk. His gazed in to the darkness where he presumed his bosses eyes were. He heard a shift of weight on the chair that was usually his.

"Phoenix Spencer, on time I see!" the voice stated flatly. It had that computerised taint to it. A voice alterer.

"I realise that you are busy, your Excellency and I wish to be less of a burden to your schedule" he replied with a coldness to his voice that was so clear yet so subtle. He shifted in his seat uneasy that his boss could see him yet he was left to wonder who the employer was. He moved again, the leather squeaking in protest against the cotton uniform that was clad to him.

"Why Spencer, is Miss Peacecraft still alive?!?!?!?" His boss' voice was cold and quiet but demanding. He opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted.

"Plus she is with ALL the Gundam pilots. Care to explain?" The tone grew sweet and light. Phoenix shuddered and knew he would pay for this even if he succeeded in the mission. Oh well may as well get it over with.

"Your Excellency I am about to go on a mission to finish off what I started with the Vice Foreign Minister." His face grew a ghost of a smile at remembering the `fun' he had with Relena. He fingered the gun on his hip absentmindedly trying to picture what the look on her face would be while looking down the barrel of his gun. Scared. That's what it would be like, pure terror. He could picture her on her knees begging to live, to be spared.

Dirty thoughts clouded his mind. He would bring her here first to `play' with before he killed her. He'd have her blood upon his hands tainting it so that the angel could never go back home. Back to heaven.

"I want her brought here so that I can kill her" his boss' voice rang through his mind. He cursed inwardly at his bad luck. He wanted to kill Relena but at the same time he didn't want to get on his boss' bad side.

"Good. I want to see the Minister here within 24 hours. NOW GO!" Phoenix got up quickly and exited his office, his cool exterior gone. He hurried down the corridor that he had walked through earlier. It was time to get the mission under way.